The day before last I did my Indian rain chant, burning Sage,
desperate for it to rain.
Ok- so it was off by 2 days, but better late then never.
I have all the windows open in my home, listening to the rain and all it's little secrets and history.
I wrote a poem few days back and one line reads "I wonder when the first rain will come?" ...
I guess the clouds answered that question. Today.
*rain your kisses down upon me,
rain your kisses down in storms.*
Whenever it rains you think of her
...and I finally felt up to unpacking Today...
98% of it anyhow.
